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HARVARD 
CELEBRITIES 

Book of Caricatures (^ 
Decorative Drawings 

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FrederickGarrison Hall '03 

Edward Revere Little '04 

Verses by 

He nryWare Eliot Jr'02 





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DEC. 4 1901 

COPVRIOHT ENTRY 

CLASS CVXXo. No. 

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COPY B. 



C o r V R I <; H T , 1901, B Y 
FREDERICK G. HALL 



THE WAYSIDE DEPARTMENT OF THE 
UNIVERSITYPRESS, CAMBR IDG E, U.S.A. 



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(iKAlJl -,T -CHOOL OF EDUCiUnf' b y. 



MEETING OF THE AMERICAN PHILOSOPHICAL SOCIETY 

April 24th, 1937, at Philadelphia 

Living Reminiscences of Two or Three Generations Ago 

By Professor C. R. Lanman, of Harvard University 

Friends of the Philosophical Society, and Fellotv-members: 

It occurred to me that, in the few minutes allowed me, I might 
tell you a living reminiscence or tivo of the very opening year of 
what may be called the oldest University of our country, the Johns 
Hopkins University. If my words remind you of the existence of 
the volume which I hold in my hand. The Launching of a Uni- 
versity, by its first President, Daniel Coit Oilman, they will not have 
been in vain. 

Of the three hundred gathered here, is there a single one, I 
wonder, who still remembers the primeval days of the Hopkins, 
when motherly Mrs. Egerton, and her sister, "Aunt Retty," played 
such a modest but highly important part in providing us students and 
bachelor teachers with wholesome food? It was wholesome, and 
incidentally, delicious, r-i- And ample was the reason we had for attend- 
ing the voluntary religious assembly for Christian worship, and 
giving thanks for a good breakfast on which to start the day's work. 
For the religious attitude of the University was matter of deep con- 
cern to Mr. Oilman.^ In October, 1876, a Presbyterian minister of 
New York writes to a IPresbyterian minister of Baltimore, with refer- 
ence to the Opening Lecture of Huxley: "It was bad enough to 
invite Huxley. It were better to have asked God to be present. It 
would have been absurd to have asked them both." On this Mr. 
Gilman comments: "People were on the alert for impiety, and dis- 
appointed to find no traces of it." Sixty-one years after, in this present 
year of grace, 1937, it sounds — well, funny. 



The events of life come in very helter-skelter fashion. And so do 
the various little items that I have told you in th e last half-minute. 
This is not ««-intentional on my part; and why? because it illustrates 
the helter-skelter jumble of confusingly interlacing problems, which 
ir was Mr. Oilman's daily task to try to solve. — It means that Gil- 



man's conception of his Office as a University President was broader 
than that of any of his predecessors as heads of Colleges. He must 
needs ask himself, What is the best thing — not for the Hopkins 
foundation alone, but rather — for any of the many foundations which 
then were destined soon to become real Universities through the 
length and breadth of our land. 

I don't remember ever praying to God for length of days. But 
that's just what's been given me. And now, at the close of my 
87th year, although hard of hearing, I'm otherwise in uncommonly 
good health. At the beginning of Harvard's Catalog are now listed 
more than 2,000 "Officers of Instruction and Administration." They 
are so many, that I feel like a "cat in a strange garret," although (in 
fact and by appointment), I am the Senior of them all. 

At the risk of my being unduly personal, perhaps it may interest 
you to hear some things just because I can tell them from direct 
personal recollection of early childhood. For instance, a latch-string. 
My father's next neighbor was "Old Lady Coolidge." Her weather- 
beaten door was held shut by a wooden latch and an inside catch. 
The latch-string, passing through a hole in the door, was pulled 
in at night, and put out in the morning, so that an early caller 
could raise the latch from the outside by a gentle pull. Thus "Our 
latch-string is out for you" became a classic expression of cordial 
hospitality. Maybe some of you have seen latch-strings in the back- 
country of the Blue Ridge. Old Lady Coolidge's was familiar to me 
as a child. But I have never seen one elsewhere in all my life, not 
even in rural Germany.* 

But, to go on with direct personal recollections of earliest years, — 
my father had a very litde money, and lots of things far better; 
at Norwich-town, Connecticut, a beautiful old home (we called it 

* This paragraph was left out in the delivery, for brevity. 



"Three Elms"), with shade-trees and fruit-trees and garden, and 
(nota bene) plenty of wood to saw and split and lug into the 
house; and cows to mine ancT Jrive to pasture; and horses to feed 
and gro om and ride and drive. — And at Yale, I had the inestimable 
privilege of Being taught by Theodore Dwight Woolsey (observe his 
middle name) in international law and economics (free trade, Phila- 
delphia was the "hot-bed" of protection); and by James Dwight Dana 
in geology; and by William Dwight Whitney in Sanskrit (I'm sure 
he would have been just as splendidly inspiring in astronomy); and 
James Hadley in Greek. And I want you young men to'hear these 
their names, because, although they have been long dead, I feel sure 
that there are a good many young men here to whom these names 
mean very very much. 

Then came the years at Tuebingen. That was a genuine piece of 
the Middle Ages, surviving into the Eighteen-hundreds. There I 
rode and swam and hiked. And there I studied the Hindu Veda, 
under the sturdy and adorable Rudolph Roth, a genuine Swabian, 
who had been, a generation' earlTei-, ihi teacher oF my Yale teacher, 
Whitney. — And after Tuebingen, in 1876, came Baltimore, lovely 
Baltimore. There I had the example of Henry Rowland; and that, 
not only in science, but also in the due care of the body; for he seemed 
as devoted to horseback riding, as he was devoted to the most intricate 
problems of Physics. 

And as for the years of Harvard: Betsy, that was the name of my 
bay mare, I rode diligently all thereabouts. And then I rode bicycles, 
nnu\ automobiles in heedless hands, drove me from the highways, and 
I said, as did John D. Rockefeller, Jr., a few days ago, "Alas!" and 
sighed for the good old times. — But automobiles are not allowed 
on our Charles River, except at the bcttom, where I seldom have 
"UPtUSiOlI 10 yO'. ' Sd 1 still keep up my rowing, and have done 12,000 
miles or more since the Dam was built. And when the Charles is 
covered with ice, I go with great regularity to the Harvard Swim- 
ming Pool. There we enjoy our plunges and dives and swims, exer- 
cise, moderate or strenuous, as you prefer, and in pleasant company. 
And above all, we think of ourselves as "boys" again. And this is 
precisely what we ought to do. Else, why have we just had a tip-top 
dinner.? if not to remind us that the fulness of life consisteth not in 



the abundance of severe labor that a man performeth? and that these 
amenities are part and parcel of a wise man's normal career? 

A good many of those present are Hopkins or Yale or Harvard 
men, assembled here under the a:gis of the venerable "Philosophical," 
to do honor to her wisdom and forethought, and to the devoted 
services of her Members and Officers. Of President Oilman's "First 
Twenty Fellows" of 1876, Ernest Sihler and I survive. That group 
includes Walter Hines Page, later our Ambassador at the Court of 
St. James's Palace; and the boy — I say it reverently — the red-headed 
boy from Grass Valley, California, Josiah Royce. Of the six original 
Professors, Gildersleeve, Remsen, Rowland, Sylvester, D'Urban Mor- 
ris, Martin, — all are dead. — One of President Oilman's happiest 
thoughts, in the very opening year of 1876, was the invitation of 
distinguished men of science and letters from elsewhere, to act as 
Visiting Professors at the Hopkins. Judge Cooley, the constitutional 
lawyer, came from the University of Michigan. Harvard sent us her 
two leading men of letters. Child and Russell Lowell. "Hilgard was 
chosen," says Oilman, "for his experience in geodesy, and because 
of our desire, at that early day, to initiate surveys in the State of 
Maryland." Observe that this is indeed a University President speak- 
ing, but a President who is very mindful of the fact that he is also 
a citizen of the State of Maryland. With a cheerful dash of colloquial- 
ism, Oilman adds: "Sometimes bright students were spotted by the 
Visiting Professors, and afterwards invited to positions of usefulness 
and distinction elsewhere." 

Of the various parties to this wide-visioned proceeding of Oilman 
as a University President, one asks: Which will admire him most, 
the other University Presidents, or the Visiting Spotters, or the Yhxted 
Spottees? Be that as it may, the first four years of Oilman at Hopkins 
were wonderful in new and fruitful additions' fd' the acknowledged 
role of a University President in our country. I doubt not that Presi- 
denl: tiowman' wOT bear me out, and confirm this testimony to Gil- 
man's fertility in devising ways for vasdy increasing the possibilities 
of usefulness of the Office of University President. — I am glad of 
this occasion to remind you direcdy of Oilman, and of his loving 
enthusiasm and devotion. 




O each illustrious Celebrity 

From whom this work has drawn its in- 
spiration, 
In gratitude and thankful courtesy 

The authors humbly make this dedica- 
tion. 




HIS isShaler, 

Fairv-taler, 

Scientihc mountain-sealer, 

Penetrator 

Of eaeh erater 

From the poles to the equator, 

Tamer ot the hurrieane. 

Prophet of the wind and rain, 

Hvpnoti/er 

Of the geyser, 

Wizard of the frozen plain. 

Hark ! What is that deep and distant 

subterranean roar, 
Arising near Memorial and reaching out to 

Gore? 
'Tis the rumble of applause 
When the speaker makes a pause 
In relating an adventure from his fund of 

earthquake lore. 




5 H A L E R 





H, what a blow, to lose so dear a friend ! 

And oh, how changed the old familiar 
place! 
^r How sad our midnight meals at Herbie's 
stand 
Without the genial cheer of Herbie's 
face ! 

Since Herbie left us all and crossed the 
ocean, 
We scarce have heart to taste a custard 
pie; 
We cannot stow a dog without emotion, 
Or drink an egg-and-milk without a 
sigh. 

The Voice Tit seems") that sanctions him 
has called. 

And sent him to the van of civilization; 
In fair Manila he has been installed 

As Foster-father to a budding nation. 




LEASE make a careful study of this truth- 
ful illustration, 

And take especial notice of the subtile 
connotation. 

The atmosphere of London is so well sug- 
gested there, 

You 'd think you were in " Rotten Row " 
instead of Harvard Square. 

How palpably inadequate mv feeble talents 
are 

To tell what Har\'ard culture owes to this, 
its guiding star ! 

Coherence, Mass, and Unitv in Barrett are 
combined 

To edify the vulgar, and abash the unre- 
fined. 




DWARD, run the next one in — 

No, no ! That 's upside down — 
Ah, thank you ! This is, gentlemen, 

A rigger of renown. 
Observe the flowing drapery. 

The classic head and bust 
(In Modern Painters, Volume III, 

You '11 hnd these points discussed). 

The thoughtful rhythm of his dress, 

The entasis, how fine — 
Organic fundamentalness 

Expressed in every line! 
As Viollet-le-Duc" — but come, 

Before we fall asleep; 
I fear vou find this wearisome — 

And printed notes are cheap- 




O observer would suppose, 

From his unassuming clothes, 

This to be the famous Widow whom the 

student body knows; 
A man of wealth immense, 
Yet lacking all pretence, 
He makes the Cyclopcedia resemble 

thirty cents. 
He can give the whole of Mill 
In one concentrated pill, 
Or discourse at moment's notice on the 

Freedom of the Will; 
He will translate Voltaire 
With the greatest savoir faire^ 
And will read Indo-Iranian and never turn 

a hair. 
Dead or dreaming, drunk or sleeping, 

Nolen puts you through, 
But gratitude takes early wing when 

Nolen's bill is due. 







F wit and madness be as like as Pope and 

others tell, 
J^Then Copey by the merest squeak escapes 

the padded cell. 
Those merry quips, those airy jests he 

springs in English 8 
Mean spinal meningitis at no very distant 

date. 
And is it all spontaneous, or is it (hush !) a 

bluff? 
And does he make them up o' nights, and 

crib them on his cuff?* 
Oh, wicked, clever cvnic! How dare you 

be so sly ? 
How dare you read " Peg Woffington" and 

make the Freshmen cry ? 
You bold, delicious joker ! You know it, 

yes, you do! 
There 's but one clever, clever Copey — 

and that one is you ! 




ASY with the fresh water, boys, 

And lavish with the salt ! " 
Who lingers in the lukewarm wash 

Commits the deadly fault. 
Who shirks his half a dozen laps, 

Or fails to bunk at ten, 
Will never have the " husk " and speed 

To down old Eli's men! 

The Globe may carp, the Herald scofl", 

The Crimson fret and fume, 
And all the coaches wear an air 

Of unremitting gloom; 
But Jack McMasters' jovial face 

Js always full of cheer. 
So three times three for Trainer jack, 

And down with doubt and fear ! 




EY, gimme a cent! Hey, will ver, mister^ 

Gwan ! 
Aw, cheest, youse stoodents never lias no 

mon! 
Dtjn't gi\e him luittin' ! Say, want me ter 

dance i^ 
1 got a step'll put \'ouse in er Irance ! 
Chore! I kin scrap! Dat feller lick me^ 

Naw ! 
Aw ^ you kin not ! Shut up, V II bust vcr jaw! 
I'll lick him fer a nickel! Gimme a dime! 
Chure! Bet it on de Ha'vards, every time! 
Ah, chure, vouse has de change! Youse 

ain't so swell ! 
Aw, gimme a quarter, den ! Aw, go 

t'ell! " 




F all the sprightly figures that adorn the 
college scene, 

The most supremely genial is our own be- 
loved Dean. 

He "11 kick vou out of college, and he '11 
never shed a tear, 

But he does it so politely that it's music to 
the car. 

He meets vou in the ante-room, he grasps 
vou by the hand. 

He offers vou the easv-chair, and begs you 
not to stand. 

"Good morning, Mr. Sporticus ! How is 
your Uncle |im? 

I used to know him well at school — vou 
look so much like him ! 

And vou 're enjoying college^ Yes? In- 
deed ! J am so glad ! 

Let's see — six Es i' Impossible! How 
very, very sad ! " 




H 



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HAT a grim and cruel look 

Has Mr. Cram ! 
But he 's really just as gentle 

As a lamb. 
For without the least suspicion 
He will sign vour "• sick '' petition, 
And whether it 's a lie or not he does n't giv'c 

a slam ! 



Such a hustling and a hurrv 

He is in ! 
Don't attempt to stop and hand him 

Any chin. 
"Name, please? You'\e been cutting 

some. 
Headaches? Well, don't do it. Come!" 
And you take your hat and exit with a meek, 
respecttul grin. 




ON Dieu ! What is it that it is ! 
/ A-walking on the Square ? 
^' We'll brush awav the smoke — W:)ila! 
II est le boil Pierre ! 
He has the figure — is it not ?* 
Petit et debonnaire ! 

At morn he punctures daily themes 

With aphorisms neat, 
At noon he " bubbles " with the sports 

Upon Mount Auburn Street; 
At eve he does the nobby stunt 

With Mrs. [ack's elite. 

See how the RadclifFe maidens turn 

To rubber at his clothes ; 
He has a trulv high-life way 

Of turning out his toes. 
The niftv Prince of Aplcy Court, 

Our dainty, home-grown Rose! 




USHED is the sound ot happv Freshmen 
\'oices, 
^ Hushed is the tramp ot little I'Veshmen 

$ No music cheers the heart of Father San- 
born, 
Save that of hurdv-gurdies from the 
street. 



Now idly at the window Sanborn sits, 
And gazes out upon the college gate; 

The giant billiard balls across the way 

Seem but to mock his own unhappy fate. 

The Freshmen pass his door, but do not 
enter, 

On, to the Union, ever f^ows the stream; 
For Sanborn is a monarch without courtiers, 

His former glory but an idle dream. 




ARD bv the ancient grub resort 

The honest Poco stands; 
He smiles upon each passing sport, 

And mildly^ rubs his hands. 
The student guv, of money shy, 

Is Poco's easy prev; 
There is no green in Poco's eve. 

He makes the business pay. 

He beats the little Freshmen down 

In manner most rococo; 
The Clothing Trust ot Cambridge town 

Is Butekan the Poco. 
Since this is true, the thing to do, 

It certainly appears, 
Is, give your cast-off clothing to 

The Student Volunteers ! 




EYOND the vulgar current of events, 
Abhorring things collegiate, doth he stay 
(^Three blocks above the dead line); tar 

away 
From all that can offend the liner sense. 
There meets the eye no crude globiferous 

fence, 
No Fogg, nor Gore; nor winds its noxious 

way 
The benzine buggv; there no night-owls 

stray. 
Or strident clamorous muckers scrambling 

cents. 

And ever and anon the far-ofl crv 

From Shady Hill — - Hack ! back ! '' it 

calls in wrath, 
"To Ruskin and Rossetti!" But the 

herd, 
Entranced with brutal sports, hears not the 

word, 
To Soldiers' Field pursues its downward 

path. 
And Art is left to languish and to die. 




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